Bag O’Sweets

Poetry

Open up your bag and round

a quarter of sweets for half a pound a drumstick lolly that’s hard to beat lemon drops for a special treat chocolate footballs and fizzy drops the magic candy that fizzes and pops cola bottles and sherbet tubes candied shrimps and pineapple cubes Now , don’t eat them all now, they’re a treat, we agree but eat them all and you wont eat the fish and chips for your tea!

Not hot…but not cold

Childhood, Food, Fruit, Growing up, Memories

Salford, 12th February 2017

Lukewarm

I have a vague recollection of Local Authority school puddings.

I speak of course of school dinners.

The sweet smell coming from the ovens whilst great vats of sweet smelling sauce bubbled away on a stove away from the main course.

The very idea of cabbage (or worse, curry) permeating through the desert ovens was a nightmare reserved specifically for Mathematics classes.   Horrors unleashed over a protractor or set square.  Thankfully, the cooks saved us from that.

Of course, there were likes and dislikes.

Pears in Syrup with cream (or if you were lucky – Chocolate custard), Peaches in Cream (or Custard) and Fruit Cocktail were regulars on the pudding menu – Fruit Yogurt on Odd days, and if it were something special – Angel Delight.  Of course, the good stuff was always balanced out with the bad – Prunes made an appearance on more than one occasion – and it took a load of Condensed Milk or Custard to take the taste away.

The Chocolate sponge and Apple pie always ended up with empty plates – They always covered the pie with vanilla custard, so thick – it would coat the back of the spoon and refused to budge.  Mash up the sponge in the custard, and it made an interesting (but very tasty ) Mix, and very little ended up in the slop heading for the litter bins.  Jam covered sponge (mostly strawberry) and Fruit sponge (mostly sultanas) were also favourites

Tapioca – a lesson in life if ever there was one and Rice pudding were regular puddings, if you got the rice pudding – you always got a drop of strawberry (or damson) jam

it changed your rice a different colour when you swirled it round.

And despite you all meeting up in the hall, and getting your dinner together – there would always be more than one goldilocks moaning her sponge and custard were cold.

As I got older – I understood where they were coming from.

Tangerine Days

Colours, Festive, Fruit, Poetry, Treats

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Tangerines –

always hang about after twelfth night

notice their smell –

generally piercing through the aroma of new years day dinner

everybody – enjoys one while they wait for the

roasted duck , pork or chicken to come out of the oven

in fact – the break from the chocolate will bring a smile

no one will bemoan you eating this festive fruit

everyone approves – its good for you!

 

 

 

An apology – from Fido

Animals, Emotions, Food, Poetry

Given the photograph that accompanied the latest daily post here’s my attempt in response to the prompt Apology

Hope you enjoy it

I’m sorry.

My moment of madness is unforgivable

I Know right now – i’m in the Doghouse

but I was let down by my nose you see

it led me to the sunday tea

and you should know how fond I am

of a leg of ham or lamb

so I crept across the lounge room floor

and snook beyond the kitchen floor

tugging at the dishcloth white

and winning with the roast a fight

I took more than an ample munch

of my share of “sunday lunch”

Can we still be friends – and let it be ?

I promise I won’t eat your tea!

I’ll sit in the garden – on my own

and gnaw on the spoils of lunch – the bone

Watching the oven

Childhood, Chocolate, Cooking, Food, Life, Memories, Treats

In response to the prompt

Pour Some Sugar on Me

I remember,

sitting by the oven door

watching the blue flames slowly

cook the fabulous fancies

in their individual tins

Flour, Butter and Sugar combining –

as the smell of desiccated coconut and chocolate

wondering in wisps up the nose

and slowly, the gloopy mix began to rise

and began to solidify

a tea time treat – for after

the shepherds pie and beans.